Mirage X Bloodhound Novels & Stories

I delicately lifted my paw as if to shake Drew’s hand, ‘Oh my you are one well-trained boy’ He shook my pay enthusiastically and Jack hid a smile, ‘He’s awful big Sir, is he one of those dang hybrids my parents have been telling me about’ Drew was rubbing my ears as he spoke and Jack deliberately spoke loud enough for those around to hear, ‘Hybrid’s? Well I guess you could call him that. Sirius is a Wolf-Dog bred purely for Military purposes. He is stronger, faster and much more intelligent than any German Shepherd.’

Only the moment her gaze found his, she took a sharp and surprised intake of breath as she noticed their peculiar deep violet color, two entire universes seeming to exist within them as instead of two black pupils, millions of tiny stars shined, one brighter than the other. She had never seen a BloodHound from this close before, hence her amazement. Time seemed to stop as she simply stared up at him, a mild breeze gently ruffling the longer and light brown locks at the top of his head, his flawless features completely emotionless...until he eventually started to lean closer, making her tremble with fear. "N-no...please..." She whimpered, taking another sharp intake of breath as she could fee

he whispered. He crouched, fingers brushing the nearest print. It was warm—too warm—and tinged with red. When he lifted his hand, his fingertips glistened with blood that glowed faintly silver. “Gods,” Mireya breathed behind him. “That’s not human blood.” “It’s hers,” Kaelen said. “She’s bleeding.” “Kaelen, listen to yourself,” Mireya snapped. “Even if she survived, if the mirror realm touched her—she’s not the same. You can’t just chase a ghost through that storm!”

I take glance to my rearview mirror to see a midnight black wolf, he's fighting with the rogues running after me awhile ago. I step on the break, making a screeching sound of my tires. I stopped in a halt and get out of my car. The rogues are now out of sight probably all dead. The midnight black wolf come running towards me, I prepare myself in his attack but instead he stop in front of me. I stare at him, studying him. His mouth dripping with blood, not his blood but from the rogue. Then I turn to see his eyes, does mesmerizing Aqua blue eyes.

And the extraordinary intent is mine. I think about the mansion I’ve chosen to overlook the settlement. Big, bold, ugly if you want to call it that, but perfect. From there, I can see every window of Arachne’s house, Eli’s hotel in plain sight. My team feeds me constant updates, every patrol, every heartbeat, every flicker of magic. It’s intoxicating, the kind of control that makes my hands itch to reach out and touch it all. I’m not human here, not really. I’m predator, strategist, hunter, observer. I’m the one they’ll react to.

“Killian?” Victor’s silence was answered enough. Sarah clenched her jaw. “You swore you’d never call him again.” Victor turned to her fully, his expression as cold as steel. “And I never thought someone would dare to touch my daughter.” Sarah swallowed hard. Killian Drake known as the Bloodhound was not just any werewolf. He was a tracker unlike any other, a ruthless hunter who never failed to find his prey. Once he was set on a scent, nothing in the world could stop him.

And her head that was hurting before was burning at the moment. Mira wanted everything to end. And out of nowhere, suddenly came a jolt and she felt a hit to the car, painfully so. The car immediately went twisting, but came to a halt very quickly. Mira opened her eyes to see a brown, larger wolf staring at her and his teeth out, blood covering them. Immediately Mage grabbed him by the neck, pushing the dog away as it fell to the ground.

But as soon as Maxill placed down Chastine on the deck’s platform, he transformed back to his human form. “Seize the bloodhunt! Seize the bloodhunt!” cried Scion’s henchmen. Vampire magic doesn’t entirely work on fellhounds. Although they have mutated to persist the effects of the darks arts, sometimes bloodhunt sorcery can work effectively against them. With Maxill’s overpowered skills, he managed to effortlessly affect all of Scion’s henchmen with his hypnotic ability. “Fight each other.” He calmly ordered the war veteran’s henchmen to raise their fist against each other.

--- That night, Mira stood before her team. Kael, of course, had insisted on coming. Two Ironhide berserkers, clad in bark-etched armor that shimmered with wolf-blood sigils. A Sunfang scout named Lys, silent and sharp-eyed, who spoke only in signs. And Doran, a young mage blood from Ash Hollow who could sense ward lines through the stone. They packed light—daggers, moon steel claws, rune-sealed scrolls, and two days of silent rations. Mira herself carried a dagger, a small bag of sanctified salt, and a hollow-bone whistle designed to disrupt void speech.

Sara echoed, enthusiastic as ever. “A lycan?” “Possibly. But that’s all we heard.” “What is his name?” “Bloodhound. That is what he goes by. No one knows his real name. But we have seen what he leaves in his wake — a wreckage. He burns every village…” “Enough,” Courtney cut her off, raising a finger. “Your input is well noted and appreciated. Perhaps you’d be an asset to the Shadow Pack in the future. Perhaps.” Then she stole a glance at me before walking away. “See me in my office, Zoe.”